Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.